Something old, something new

A year ago I stood at the scrolled ironwork fence at the edge of the Horseshoe Falls in Niagara Falls, Ontario and took a photo. We were just returning from a trip to visit family in Michigan and, like clockwork, I'd picked up some sort of virus and was sick in a way I hope... Continue Reading →

What’s Going On

So I'm sitting here on a snowy afternoon at the end of December and I have to say I'm not sure what day it is. I think it's Thursday? Between holidays, storms, and school vacation days, it's all become a blur of candlelight, chocolate gelt, wrapping paper, cellophane bags of sweet things I shouldn't be... Continue Reading →

Winter solstice resolutions

Resolved: to forego a proper solstice sunrise photo and substitute instead a photo of favorite birch trees. They are as beautiful as any old sun, and throw off their glow all year round. What's not in the picture is the dog, who is a boat in my gaze's current, floating directly in line with wherever... Continue Reading →

A long calling down the wind

The other day the phrase "time and the flying snow" drifted from the sky onto my computer keyboard as if released from the clouds. But it didn't come from the atmosphere. It was released from my memory. Long memory. The phrase is the title of a book of songs, sheet music by Gordon Bok, a... Continue Reading →

Time and the flying snow*

The time of snow has come. This is now a waiting time. All my effort every day is going into the waiting. Or the holding still in the waiting. Or the being busy in the waiting. Or the restless flicking of fingers or searching the white white white for that one red-splash cardinal. Or the... Continue Reading →

Heck, yes! I mean no!

Even I can admit I'm good at some things. I'm good at taking care of animals. And checking things off my to-do list (and even better at putting things on it that I've already done just so I can feel good about checking them off). I'm good at baking. And I'm good at taking someone... Continue Reading →

You and I and moonlight

Whenever we watch "The Simpsons," we're always happily amazed by the convoluted plots they're able to squeeze into an episode. How they can start at scene one with, say, Lisa getting a pet goldfish and end up 23 minutes later deep in a story about an opera performance that will save the town of Springfield... Continue Reading →

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